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When I was ready, I helped her stand and said, “Go to my desk and get the paddle.”
There was shock and a long hesitation before she started moving toward the desk. The wiggle of her pink buttocks as she walked away from me was enchanting. She slowly picked up the paddle and brought it back to me - a look of terror in her eyes as she handed me the implement. “Please don’t paddle me Master Wainwright,” she pleaded.
I took the wooden paddle from her as I commanded, “Over my knees again, little girl.”
She hesitated. “Haven’t you punished me enough already?” she asked in a tearful voice.
Obviously, she had never had a real spanking if she thought her punishment was complete. I waited patiently, looking into her eyes until she placed herself back over my lap. She was about to find out how painful a true spanking can be because I planned to paddle her until she started to bruise. However, as before, I started with light swats and only gradually made them harder.
It took a long time for the slowly delivered swats to turn her behind from pink, to reddish pink, and then to a light shade of red. During this period, she cried harder and harder, and pleaded for mercy many times. I never slowed the pace of my spanks with the paddle. Smack. “Ow.” Smack. “Oh, that hurts so much.” Smack. “Ow, please stop.” Smack. “Sir, I’m so sorry. Smack. “Please forgive me.” Smack. “Oh, I can’t take any more, sir.”
I spanked until her bottom had a nice, rosy glow to it. When she got to sobbing so hard that she had trouble catching her breath, I would stop for a while and caress those lovely ass cheeks, which were getting warmer and warmer, before continuing the spanking. Since her thighs were so sensitive, I never struck them with the paddle, but they would not escape the strap.
Eventually, her entire derriere was bright red in color. I was almost done, but had one more surprise for her. I began striking the center of her right buttock repeatedly, always in the exact same spot. This soon brought howls of anguish as she tried to jerk her hips from side to side. I fastened my left arm around her tiny waist and held her tightly. “Please, master, not in the same spot, you’re killing me.”
I continued until the center of this area was dark red with a hint of purple. It would probably cause a bruise that she would feel for several days. Next, I did the same thing to her left buttock. She twisted so hard she almost escaped one time, but I just tightened my grip and held her fast. Her face was soaked with tears and her voice was hoarse from screaming by the time I sat the paddle aside.
She seemed to be in terrible pain, but I had only given her a mild spanking by my standards. I turned her over and cuddled her in my lap. I kissed her forehead and brushed away her tears while stroking her face. I whispered to her, “You’ve been very brave, my little Ruth, it’s almost over now.”
Her heavy sobbing gradually changed to whimpering and then stopped entirely. I continued to hug and stroke her for several minutes before saying, “Go to my desk again, and bring me the strap.”
This did not surprise her since she had seen it when she got the paddle. Nevertheless, she hugged me tightly and pleaded, “Please don’t use the strap on me, Master.”
“The sooner you get it, the sooner your spanking will be over,” I reasoned with her.
Walking over to the desk was painful for her and she rubbed her behind with both hands the entire time, but she did fetch the strap for me. It was of medium weight, two inches wide, and about two feet in length with a nice handle. I took her hand and led her over to a couch near some bookcases. “Lie down on the couch with your arms over your head and your legs fully extended,” I instructed.
I didn’t know how many strokes I was going to give her. I wanted to see welts not bruises on her thighs. I planned to use considerable force so that one stroke to an area would get the desired result.
“Ruth, I’m not going to give you many strokes with this strap but they will be from the top of your buttocks down to your knees. The ones on your thighs will be extremely painful, but I expect you to maintain this posture until I’m done, do you understand?”
I could barely hear a meekly said, “Yes, sir.”
I got into position, lifted my arm well above my shoulder, and struck hard right where her ass crack started. She jerked and screamed out, “Oh, not so hard, please master, not so hard.”
The second one landed right beneath the first with no overlap. I moved the third one further down to avoid the bruises from her paddling. The fourth one stuck the crease between her behind and her thighs. She screamed out, “Please stop sir, and don’t go any lower.”
I estimated it would take four more strokes to finish the job so I told her, “Four more strokes and we’ll be done.”
I aimed the first one and let it fly. There was a resounding smack as it landed and the area quickly turned red. By the time I landed the second one on her thighs, the first one was swelling up into a welt. She lost control after that second one, kicking her legs, rocking her hips, and beating the couch with her fists as she screamed out, “No more, no more.”
“Hold on, my sweet little Ruth, just two more now.”
I waited until she was motionless and then hit her thighs for the third time with the strap. She jerked and cried out but seemed resigned to her fate and was quickly ready for the last stroke. I delivered it to the area just above the back of her knees. She screamed and kicked her legs then settled down to a shuddering cry. I reached out and rubbed her back as I said, “Remain in this position.”
She nodded her head and sobbed, “Yes, sir.”
I went to a cabinet and withdrew some cream I use when I’m feeling generous. I pulled my spanking chair over to Ruth and sat down. She looked so beautiful there on the couch with her red behind sticking up.
She looked up at me with pleading eyes as she asked, “You’re not going to spank me anymore are you?”
“No, sweet Ruth, I brought some cream that I’m going to rub on you. It will help the burning to go away quicker.”
I began spreading the ointment over her ass and gently rubbing the spanked areas. There was a little moan of pleasure after a few minutes of this ministration. I knew her thighs would still be painful to the touch, so I just lightly applied the cream with one finger to her four welts then waited several moments before spreading it. She still jerked and said, “Ow,” when I started rubbing but soon settled down as the cooling effect of the ointment had its effect.
I decided to see if I could give her some sexual pleasure and began rubbing the inside of her thighs even though the strap had not touched that area. I gradually reached her pubic area and gently inserted a finger between the little lips there. She moaned and offered no resistance. As I continued stroking her there, she started rocking her hips and was soon in the throes of an orgasm.
Her face was as red with embarrassment as her bottom when I helped her to stand up a minute later. She hugged my neck and said, “Thank you, Master Wainwright.”
I helped her put her dress back on without her under things and told her to come see me after breakfast the next morning so I could examine her behind. She nodded and left the room. I headed straight for my bedroom where my mistress was eagerly awaiting me. She loved those nights when I gave someone else a spanking instead of her.
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